Even when I am not well
I feel a comfort in this place
The kind of thing you cannot tell
Until you meet it face to face
That no amount of thought ahead
Can make you see, much less create
The kind that never is quite dead
No matter what the outer state
So here I feel, consistently
A kind of sympathetic power
Enfolding and surrounding me
Whenever stormclouds start to lour.
I am happy here, at rest
Even when I'm not my best.
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